What to write on? Francis volunteering to tutor kids in the transitional housing ministry? Frank telling the parson he'd fund the upcoming project to aid the local school providing clothing to indigent children? The possibilities were endless. The challenge, as always, was which idea would mesh with the parson's current frame of mind. He pondered the possibilities.
Across the room, and it was a large room, a man began to speak on a cell phone.
“Look, I don't care what the problem is, you tell him I want a warrant taken out. That no good woman should never have spent that money on a new car. That's just stupid. I know Eddie wouldn't ever tell her to do that. Look, he's in the Army, serving his country, over there fighting for our freedom. Do you think he'd send his re-enlistment money to her to buy a new car? I don't think so. So, you go down to the court house and take out a warrant on her? Do you hear what I'm saying?”
There was a pause. The man was apparently listening to the other person talk. It gave the parson pause to reflect on the phenomenon of the twenty-first century, that being some people, when speaking on a cell phone, think they are in a twentieth century phone booth.
After hearing what the person on the other end of the conversation said, the man continued, “I don't care if they're married. Listen, he met that woman in North Carolina when he was home for some kind of training. I mean how long could he have know her? He's just not using his head. So hear we are now with him sending her money home and what does she do? She buys a new car. Do you think he'd want her to use that money for a new car? I don't think so. She hasn't known him long enough to know him the way we do. So, I'm telling you I want you to take out a warrant for her for theft by deception. That's what she's doing to him; she's stealing from him by deceiving him.
“Hell, the next think will be when he comes home and then she tells us she's pregnant. No telling what she'll want him to do with his combat pay then. Look, I don't care if they're married. He's over there fighting and she's over here spending his money. We need to take a stand and let her know we won't put up with it.”
The parson's uncle walked back into the waiting room, his examination completed. The parson rose, walked with his uncle to the car, placed his walker in the trunk and walked to the driver's door. Before opening the door he pulled out his iPhone, punched the “Notes” icon. Then under “Prayer List” he added: “Pray for soldier, that God will protect him in his deployment and give him strength for the battle that waits when he returns home.”